If I could liken my adult life to anything, it would be running a marathon. Sometimes I run. Sometimes I jog. Sometimes I all out sprint. Sometimes I walk it. But I'm constantly in motion - and I wouldn't have it any other way. I know it's difficult to keep up with, but it's a pace of life I wouldn't trade for all the tea in China. Maybe it's a bit of a "type A personality", though I think I'm type A with a VERY long fuse and more patience (and stubborness) than is probably healthy at times.
This weekend was a great example of my "Marathon" life. And it actually started on Thursday.
After working overtime at my job, I went home, worked out, and crashed for a bit before going out to kareoke with friends.
Friday, I worked overtime, went home, ate, and went out to a movie.
Saturday, I woke up early to take one of the April Birthday Folks this month out to breakfast. We strolled around the streetfair for a bit too before I had to bail to get to San Deigo. There I had dinner with some co-workers, did some shop talk, and passed out the final "Wicked" ticket I had bought for someone. After that, I headed back home for about an hours worth of R&R before going off to a game night with another group of friends.
Sunday, I slept in before taking another one of the April Birthday Folks to a Padre game (where they lost, of course, but good beer and sushi were had by all). After that I headed home for a change of clothes and a rest before going out to another celebratory April Birthday dinner.
Now, it's Monday and I'm looking at a full week ahead of work outs, overtime, homework, and finding time to write an article as well.
It definately seems like the year is flying by, with me only catching streaks and glimpses of it, but the glimpses I've gotten are all good.
Now... if only 1/2 my office weren't out sick today, I'd feel MUCH better!